94 Diagon Alley

     His leg hit something hard behind him: he had retreated to the platform on which the arch was erected, and he climbed onto it.

    The Death Eaters stopped and stared at him. A few were panting just like him. Another Death Eater was bleeding; Dolokhov, already free from the full-body restraint, was squinting at him, pointing his wand at his face.

    "Potter, you're done," Lucius Malfoy said slowly, pulling off his mask, "now give me the Prophecy Ball like a good boy."

    "Let—let them go, and I'll give it to you!" said Harry desperately.

     Several Death Eaters laughed.

    "You have no bargaining power, Potter," said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with delight, "Look, there are ten of us, And you only have one... Didn't Dumbledore teach you how to count?"

    "He's (not) alone!" a voice shouted behind them, "he's giving back (has) five (me)!"

    Harry's heart sank, and Neville was crawling down the stone bench towards them, Hermione's wand still firmly in his trembling hand.

    "Neville, don't—go back to Ron—"

    "Stunned!" Neville shouted again, turning his wand at each Death Eater, "Stunned! Stunned—"

    One of the tallest and largest Death Eaters grabbed Neville from behind and pressed his hands to his sides as Neville struggled to kick him; some of the Death Eaters laughed stand up.

    "He's Longbottom, isn't he?" Lucius Malfoy scoffed, "Well, your grandma's used to dedicating family members to our cause...and you won't die Surprised her."

    "Longbottom?" Bellatrix repeated, a wicked smile on her haggard face, "Great, I had the privilege of meeting your parents, little one. ."

    "I bit (pounded) your old crow (nest)!" Neville roared. He struggled so hard that the Death Eater hugging him shouted, "Stun him!"

    "No, no, no," Bellatrix said. She glanced at Harry, then at Neville, looking excited. "No, let's see how long Longbottom can hold out before he collapses like his parents...unless Porter is willing to give us the Prophecy Ball."

    "You can't (give) to them!" Neville yelled. Bellatrix kicked and kicked frantically, writhing violently as Bellatrix approached him and the Death Eater holding him with his wand. "You can't (give) each of them, Harry!"

    Bellatrix raised her wand: "Going out!"

    Neville screamed and curled his legs to his chest, so that the Death Eater who was holding him immediately became hanging in the air holding him. The Death Eaters threw Neville to the ground, convulsing and screaming in pain.

    "It's just for your taste!" Bellatrix said, raising her wand, and Neville stopped screaming and lay at her feet sobbing. She turned and looked up at Harry. "Okay, Potter, give us the prophecy or watch your little friend die in agony!"

    Harry had no choice but to think about it. The prophecy ball was still in his hand, warmed by the warmth of his body, and he handed it over. Malfoy jumped up to get it.

    Then, above them, two more doors slammed open, and six people suddenly rushed into the house: Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Cedri Gram and Kingsley.

    Malfoy turned and raised his wand, but Tonks had already cast a Stunning Charm at him. Harry didn't care to see if he had been hit, and hurriedly jumped off the stage to get out of the way. The presence of members of the Order of the Phoenix distracted the Death Eaters, who rained spells at them as they jumped down the stairs. Through the dashing crowd and flashes of light, Harry saw Neville crawling forward on the ground. He dodged another red light and lunged at Neville.

    "Are you all right?" he shouted as another spell flew inches above their heads.

    "Fine," Neville said, trying to stand up.

    "What about Ron?"

    "He's all right - Gwen was awake when I left the card and she blasted that brain to pieces - although Ron may be bleeding a bit …”

    A spell flew over suddenly and shattered the stone floor between them, leaving a pit where Neville's hand had been placed a few seconds earlier; the two hurried away, Then a sturdy arm stretched out from somewhere, grabbed Ha He's neck, and lifted him up, his toes almost off the ground.

    "Give it to me," a growl sounded in his ear, "give me the Prophecy Ball—"

    The hand squeezed Harry's throat so tightly that he couldn't breathe. A tearful Harry saw Sirius fighting a Death Eater ten feet away; Kingsley fighting two Death Eaters at the same time; Tonks was also halfway down the steps towards Bellatree below Kes fired the spell—no one seemed to notice that Harry was dying. He turned his wand and pointed it at the man behind him, but he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't say the spell, and the man's other hand was groping for Harry's hand holding the prophecy ball - "Ah!"

    Gwen rushed over from somewhere, her face pale as if she had lost too much blood. Gwen realizes that their D.A. classes really lack the teaching of offensive spells, and there is only one spell on her mind at the moment: "Burning Fire!". Maybe she was too weak, only a small flame flew towards the man's nose, and the Death Eater roared in pain, and immediately dropped Harry. Harry turned sharply and breathed out at him, "Pass out!"

    The Death Eater fell on his back and the mask slipped: he was McNeill who had nearly killed Buckbeak, and one of his eyes was swollen and bloodshot.

    "Thank you!" Harry said to Gwen, dragging Neville aside as Sirius and his Death Eater rivals staggered past them in a fierce fight , their wands waved in a blurry shadow. Harry's foot hit a round, hard thing and slipped. For a split second, he thought he had dropped the prophecy ball. But then he saw Moody's enchanted eye twirling fast and rolling across the floor.

    The master of the eye was lying next to Harry, blood dripping from his head, and his attacker was now doing his best against Harry and Neville: it was Dolohov, his long pale face Twisted with joy.

    "Tarantera!" he shouted at Neville with his wand, and Neville's legs jumped wildly, lost his balance, and fell to the ground again , "Now, Potter—"

    He suddenly waved his wand at Harry as he did Hermione, and Harry hurriedly shouted, "Armor!"

    Harry felt something like a blunt knife slashed across his face; its force knocked him aside and onto Neville's dancing legs, but the Iron Charm stopped him most of the power of the spell.

    Dolokhov raised his wand again. "Prophecy Ball Flying—"

    Sirius rushed over from somewhere, knocking Dolokhov off with one shoulder. The prophecy ball slipped onto Harry's fingertips again, but he grabbed it hard. At this moment, Sirius and Dolokhov were fighting fiercely, and they waved their wands like swords, and the tips of the wands were sparkling.

    Dolokhov withdrew his wand, ready to wave it like Harry and Hermione. Harry jumped to his feet and shouted, "All petrified!" Dolohov's arms and legs were pressed together again, and he fell on his back, hitting the ground with a thud.

    "Nice job! James!" Sirius shouted and pressed Harry's head, dodging the two stun spells that were flying towards them, Harry was stunned for a moment . "Now I want you to leave—"

    The two quickly bent down. A green light nearly hit Sirius. Harry saw Tonks falling from the middle of the stone steps across the room, his limp body rolling down one step after another, Bellatrix turned and ran away triumphantly, and re-entered the fight.

    "Harry, take the prophecy ball, Gwen, take Neville and run!" Sirius shouted as he charged towards Bellatrix. Harry couldn't see what happened next: Kingsley passed him, battling the faceless, pockmarked Rookwood; Cedric helped Gwen fight off a Malfoy curse . As Harry charged at Neville, another green light flew over his head - "Can you stand up?" he shouted in Neville's ear, his legs still throbbing involuntarily, Convulsions, "put your arms around my neck—"

    Neville did so - Harry straightened up - and Neville's legs were still fluttering about, unable to stand still. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone jumped at them: the two of them fell on their backs, Neville dancing wildly on his legs like a beetle on all fours, Harry's left hand high in the air , so that the small glass ball is not broken.

    "The Prophecy Ball, give me the Prophecy Ball, Potter!" Lucius Malfoy yelled in Harry's ear, and Harry felt his wand pressed hard against his ribs between.

    "No- let go- I... Neville- catch!"

    Harry rolled the prophecy ball along the floor, Neville turned his back against the ground,